"Can," I whined, kicking my feeties. My toes looked funny. Giggling, I pulled them towards my, trying to catch them with my fingers.

"I..." Daddy trailed off. "You might be able to get away with it with the right trousers," he said at last. "But you can't use it, okay baby? Everybody will know if you do."

"Owwie," I cried, throwing my foot away, tears forming in my eyes. "Dadd... dee," I sniffled, feeling a sob build up as pain shot through my big toe.

"Did... you just bite your toe?"

"It owwie, Daddy. Azey so ouchie."

Daddy sat beside me, sitting me up and cradling my cheek in his...